Enlightenment is dropping the bucket.

Last night, after my car parking fiasco, I endured a sleepy night at work, fighting for consciousness every step of the way. In sudden burst of sugarbuzz and vegetarian tamales, I pounded out my UW application essay. It's really good now. Really good. I managed to illustrate my career and educational paths with a coherent narrative thread and properly talk myself up and kiss the school's ass. Anyone want to pay my application fee?

breakfast burritos
huevos rancheros
an 'i love you'
whispered in the morning
after
the proofread debate
of a triumphant
recitation
which
is all i need
because bedtime awaits
consciousness
like the sleepy jaws
of a dead polar bear
out of it's element
in the tropical heat
of lusty libido
and
unfertilized egg.

And seriously... Fuck The Cult of the Unseeing Eye. I'm playing Baldur's Gate II and goddamn, that is impossible!

Also... this is amusing, but I didn't write it...

haiku's inventor
must have had seven fingers
on his middle hand

Cats playing is one of the funnest things to watch. Who needs TV? Oh, I do, to watch LOST!

I just realized I'm quite content.